Africn Madnss : Wthout Gods W

River blindness, a curse to be cured Grandparents stood tall, with war scars as price Grandchildren stood low calamity's weight as price Breaking chains, as price we must create Dirty hands with money, we all are lured. Black-on-black mortality, a weight to be lifted up high, a curse need be cured We forgot love as the greatest law Hate in mind in spirit, soul signed with an evil flaw Demonic assignments transgress as altars are been deviled... Our hearts beguiled ,We have all been lured. Hate to Wake up from dreams, with no mansions at sight Why sleep forever, trapped in this dark night The main reason alot love to sleep for ever in these illness Happy to be in their illusions. Let's shatter chains, let's love ours and guide Africa, awake, let your ture spirit in light reside.